Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.